Seasonal Affective Disorder, Canine Senility & Confronting the President's Head

[shereads]

Woke up feeling lonely in the wee hours of the pre-holidays.

Turned for comfort to the pooch, who is nearly 13 years old and has "spells," as the family used to say about Aunt Maude. Spells of senility, I suppose. Little canine panic attacks, during which she races around the house looking for me. Or, just as often, looking for her toys and glaring at me as if she suspects me of trading them for crack.

She was awake, but resting comfortably with her chin on Squeaky President Bush's Head. She sleeps with him. Only God and Squeaky First Lady could possibly understand why, but if it makes the pooch happy in her twilight years, what harm can it do?

Hungry for a moment of warmth and sharing in the too-quiet hours of a lonely night, I reached down to pet the pooch. It's possible that my hand appeared to be aiming for the President's Head.

She snarled.

Then she bit me.

Aunt Maude would probably have reacted the same way, if she caught me trying to steal her walker, or the glass she soaked her teeth in; or if she was having a spell.

Rejected by my cocker spaniel.

No, it's worse than that.

Rejected by my cocker spaniel, who now prefers Squeaky President Bush's Head to the woman who endured the long months of puppyhood with its puddles on the floor, chewed-up photo albums, shredded books, needle-sharp puppy teeth imbedded in ankles, and late-night visits to the emergency vet when the puppy ate half of an empty Coke can.

Squeaky President Bush's Head, staring at me, blank-eyed and creepy.






How was your night?

 

[ABSTRUSE]

That was the saddest thing I've ever read.

 

[BlackShanglan]

And quite funny as well Great writing, shereads.

 

[impressive]

Wow! That certainly put my little setback into perspective.

My condolences

 

[shereads]

Wow! That certainly put my little setback into perspective.

My condolences

I'll settle for putting Santa's hat into perspective.

 

[impressive]

I'll settle for putting Santa's hat into perspective.

You don't think Santa's schlong should reach his ankles? Blasphemy!

 

[shereads]

You don't think Santa's schlong should reach his ankles? Blasphemy!

This is Literotica. Santa's schlong should reach his eyebrows, not his ankles.

 

[impressive]

This is Literotica. Santa's schlong should reach his eyebrows, not his ankles.

Point taken.

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

I'm preparing to know how that feels, what with my two dogs, both of whom are still playful and child(puppy)like, not realizing they're nearing their time...

 

[Guest]

Point taken.

or if youre into it

touche

 

[cantdog]

Perhaps there is blindness, deafness, even the horror of anosmia. I knew a very old Corgi who lost all the simple joys before the end. My brother, the same, except the narcotics. My dad had forfeited them but still had some. Death is a murderer and Time a waster.

Love, then.

 

[shereads]

Perhaps there is blindness, deafness, even the horror of anosmia. I knew a very old Corgi who lost all the simple joys before the end. My brother, the same, except the narcotics. My dad had forfeited them but still had some. Death is a murderer and Time a waster.

Love, then.

F everyone's i, the pup is currently lying in a sunny spot in the back yard, showing her belly to the sky, snapping at the grass, and smiling. A minute from now she'll be eating a crunchy biscuit. Then she'll want her back massage.

Life may have been a bitch last night and might be again in an hour, but right now the spaniel bitch doesn't care.

Dogs live in the moment, so their happiness - as long as they still have the capacity for happiness - is complete. That's the lesson we keep trying to learn from them. Without regrets or fear of what the future might bring, every good moment is experienced as a good life.

 

[minsue]

F everyone's i, the pup is currently lying in a sunny spot in the back yard, showing her belly to the sky, snapping at the grass, and smiling. A minute from now she'll be eating a crunchy biscuit. Then she'll want her back massage.

Life may have been a bitch last night and might be again in an hour, but right now the spaniel bitch doesn't care.

Dogs live in the moment, so their happiness - as long as they still have the capacity for happiness - is complete. That's the lesson we keep trying to learn from them. Without regrets or fear of what the future might bring, every good moment is experienced as a good life.

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What would we do without you to put it all into perspective for us?

 

[cantdog]

Or without the wholeness of dogs and small children to remind us of the real?

Is the real the squeaking head of George Bush?

 

[carsonshepherd]

. Without regrets or fear of what the future might bring, every good moment is experienced as a good life.

That's why we love our pets so much. Through them we live in the now. They make us smile.

 

[cantdog]

And the coolest is when they understand us! We have the mammal brain, the emotional brain, ourselves, and sometimes we can comprehend each other.

 

[carsonshepherd]

And the coolest is when they understand us! We have the mammal brain, the emotional brain, ourselves, and sometimes we can comprehend each other.

So my dogs understand me when I tell them to stop barking? That means they're just ignoring me!

 

[minsue]

So my dogs understand me when I tell them to stop barking? That means they're just ignoring me!

Yes. Yes they are.

 

[~hellbaby~]

The dogs need light,bright light for at least 20 minutes every day above and beyond the natural light outside. You need those bright lights that imitate sun it will make them better.The bush head you need to mutilate or blow up that may be making the dog sick,look what is happenning to our country due to bush.
OK this is a bit of a rant, blame it on the squeaky bush head if you must. I'm sorry if you

do not agree it is my opinion ~wrong place to put it but it was not intentional;. That dog head got me started

Your dog is in grave danger of becoming a radical right wing evangelical,let a man tell a woman what to do with her body,non pro choice but do not expect any child care [head start for one] from me but you must have that kid like it or not and we will not make the father responsible in any way because he won't have a job [unless he is an illegal]all the good jobs are outsourced because it's cheaper and all my rich buddies get a tax break for outsourcing, who the fuck cares what it does to Americans. Anyway the jobs that are here go to the illegals because they work for less.Thats my story and we're going to Syria,hey I got most of the friggin' planet hating us I'm going for it .I do not just want to be president I'm gonna,um,um,huh.um,um, I am going to be the last president we ever have.
Boy do I feel better

 

[cantdog]

No creature on its back with its belly to the sun, snapping at the grass, is in danger of radicalization right away.

 

[shereads]

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What would we do without you to put it all into perspective for us?

Plummet toward sanity?



Perpsective is what we have you for, min. Thank you.

 

[shereads]

That's why we love our pets so much. Through them we live in the now. They make us smile.

That's so true. Taking a dog on a hideously boring car trip, even the endless one up the Florida Turnpike, is like taking a kid to Disney World. Every strip of grass at every gas station is the dog's Magic Kingdom. If she happens to find a day-old French fry at the curb, you are godlike for having known about this incredible gas station and its wonders.

"The only thing a dog likes better than getting in the car is getting out of the car."

~ David Letterman

 

[shereads]

So my dogs understand me when I tell them to stop barking? That means they're just ignoring me!

They assume that you're barking too. The angrier your bark, the more enthusiasm you get in return.

My dog used to have a co-barking arrangement with the Great Dane across the street. Yet she refused to co-bark with the unstable pit bulldog next door, who evidently lacked credibility.

The Great Dane could issue one warning bark, and my dog would wake up, run to the window, and do her damnedest to sound equally fierce. Together, they stopped any number of murders on our street and broke up a ring of cat burglars. Or cats; I had to take their word for it, because it was always dark outside when this was happening.

The pit bull, though, could let out a blood-curdling shriek of Orange Level Terror in the middle of the night, and neither my dog nor the Great Dane would join in. "That's just Pumpkin," they'd mutter, "Don't encourage her."

You should be flattered, carson, that your dogs have accepted you as part of their co-barking team.

 

[shereads]

I don't have a digicam or scanner, but I googled up some pooches just like mine. Why? Because the public has a right to know.

Also, because English Cocker Spaniels are the droopiest and most droll of all dogs, especially the speckled ones.









Shereads' pooch's cyber-twin (5-6 wks):

 

[shereads]

And that's how they look when they're happy.














Portrait of shereads' pooch's cyber-twin wondering if there will ever be any more food: